Your tree lined streets are beautiful but to the universe what do they mean?To you they speak of accomplishments,success and securities,with your walls of stick and of stonewhere do you draw the lineof neighbors, of strangers, of security alarm saviors?To the universe, the only witness that has seenthe roots of these trees growdeeper than you and further back than the ancestors of me, to that witness,what do you think these walls mean?Your imagined enemies, these lines drawnof the fears of your own mental disclaritythat mirror the depths of your shelters,what have they harmed in you?In search of self-righteous significance,where do you go to feel free?Beyond your walls? Beyond your trees?The universe knows no difference of you, them and meamongst these beautiful tree lined streets.